Listen to me: a family man is never a real family man. An assassin is never entirely assassin. They play a role, you understand. While a dead man, he is really dead. To be or not to be, right?

It is enough that one man hate another for hate to gain, little by little, all mankind.

I have changed as everyone changes: within a permanency.

To know what life is worth you have to risk it once in a while.

It’s the well-behaved children that make the most formidable revolutionaries. They don’t say a word, they don’t hide under the table, they eat only one piece of chocolate at a time. But later on, they make society pay dearly.

I am neither virgin nor priest enough to play with the inner life.

All human actions are equivalent... and all are on principle doomed to failure.